conceptual eyes of the fish
forget to blink
yet red wishbones
light harbours with decrees
and
it feels alright in coming to terms
with wholesome rejections afresh
miasma and bread in a crowded bakery
and they say
familiarity builds indifference
a wall between touch and feel
between fragrance and smell
between uncertainties of comprehension
you will never know me
yet i stand looking through
your window at my face
undecided whether to shave
or let my shards grow
stab your depth
red and white
capricious eyes
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